My Demon Queen

At the critical moment when Dao Wuchen and Kong Fuzi were about to launch an attack, a Gatling machine gun cleverly constructed with dark blue spiritual power threads had already taken shape in front of Ye An.

It emits a cold blue light, and its metallic lines exude a hint of science fiction as it is surrounded by spiritual power. It seems out of place in this realm of immortal cultivation, yet it is quite intimidating.

When Kong Fuzi and Dao Wuchen saw this strange thing, they suddenly felt ominous.

Their figures were as fast as lightning, and they flashed in front of their respective disciples in an instant. They waved their hands, chanted something, and quickly condensed a transparent spiritual power barrier.

The barrier seemed to have the texture of glittering glass, protecting everyone behind it.

"You are as ridiculous as your bunker..."

A mocking arc appeared on Ye An's lips, and then a crisp "click" broke the brief silence.

The blue Gatling gun suddenly spun wildly, and blue flames spewed out from the muzzle, like an enraged mechanical monster.

"Da da da da, da da da da..."

A series of bullets containing powerful spiritual power were fired at the spiritual barrier as densely as a rainstorm.

The bullets whizzed past, cutting through the air with a sharp sound. Each one was like a small spiritual bomb, hitting the barrier hard.

Confucius and Dao Wuchen looked solemn, they could feel the powerful force of this attack.

A spiritual bullet might be as small as a raindrop, but such dense shooting caused dense cracks to appear on the surface of the barrier.

Like a piece of tempered glass that is about to break, the cracks spread and crisscross, but miraculously maintain the overall stability, stubbornly resisting the surging attack.

"If machine guns don't work, then we'll just use close-range artillery..." Seeing that the barrier was strong, Ye An became angry, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the dizziness of his mental strength being exhausted, and concentrated his attention again.

He was seen waving his hands quickly, and the formation in front of him was flickering, twisting and changing, gradually outlining the outline of a huge, sci-fi Land Shield 3000 close-in defense gun.

The blue spiritual power lines were like dynamic veins, and under his control, they quickly constructed this powerful spiritual weapon that combined both defense and offense.

Veins bulged on Ye An's forehead, sweat poured down like rain, and his body was trembling slightly. It was obvious that this construction had reached his limit.

The moment the construction was completed, Ye An felt dizzy and almost fell down.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty and placed it on the cold spiritual power cannon of the Land Shield 3000 close-in defense cannon. He couldn't stop dry heaving, his stomach churning, and dizziness came over him in waves like the tide.

This was a strong discomfort caused by excessive consumption of mental energy, and Ye Quan's overbearing power took advantage of the situation and devoured his sanity more violently, causing his consciousness to fall into chaos and the brink of madness.

Ye An shook his head violently, trying to make himself more awake, and then looked eagerly in the direction of Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng had been keeping a close eye on Ye An's every move, and at this moment their eyes met.

On Ye An's face, which was as pale as paper, there was only a pair of dark pupils as deep as the abyss.

He tried hard to force a reassuring smile towards Mo Qingcheng, his lips trembling slightly as he uttered a few words with difficulty.

"Don't worry, my wife, no living person will be able to surpass me today..."

The sound was so faint as a candle in the wind, almost inaudible.

Afterwards, Ye An supported his shaky body and stood behind Lu Dun Sanqian, pulling the trigger made of spiritual power with trembling fingers.

"Three thousand six hundred shots in one breath, what can you use to block it..."

In an instant, an attack more violent than Gatling's erupted, and countless spiritual power shells whizzed out like meteors chasing the moon, hitting the barrier hard.

At the moment the attack hit, Confucius and Dao Wuchen's pupils suddenly shrank, and their faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

The joint barrier that they were so proud of was finally ruthlessly penetrated by this terrifying attack, and turned into tiny points of light that dissipated into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the disciples behind him were hit by the ruthless spiritual power shells and exploded to pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

When the surrounding disciples saw this scene, they fled in fear.

But Ye An did not stop his actions, and Lu Dun Sanqian continued to ruthlessly reap the lives of these disciples.

The shock on Kong Fuzi and Dao Wuchen's faces instantly turned into solemnity and determination.

They knew very well that this was a matter of life and death, and if they did not respond with all their might, they would be in dire straits.

Dao Wuchen took the first step. He waved the whisk in his hand, and the whisk instantly expanded several feet in size, like a nimble white dragon, circling and dancing in the air.

Wherever the whisk passed, the space seemed to be distorted, and ripples containing pure spiritual power surged towards Ye An, trying to interfere with his control over Lu Dun Sanqian.

Confucius made seals with his hands, muttered something, and a dazzling golden light shone all around him.

He just shouted loudly, and countless golden runes shot out from the golden light. These runes were like sharp blades, combining into a huge sword formation in the air.

The sword formation hummed, and with the momentum to tear everything apart, it rushed towards Ye An and his three thousand Lu Dun.

Although Ye An was exhausted both physically and mentally, there was no sign of retreat in his eyes.

He forced himself to muster up his strength, mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, and injected it into Lu Dun Sanqian.

The cannon of Lu Dun Sanqian shone brightly and automatically adjusted its angle. The spiritual energy shells ejected from the muzzle became more dense and more powerful.

The shells, Dao Wuchen's spiritual power ripples, and Confucius's rune sword formation collided violently in the air, making a deafening roar and shining brightly, like a gorgeous and deadly fireworks display.

In this fierce confrontation, Ye An's consciousness gradually became blurred, but he had a firm belief in his heart, which was to protect the people behind him.

He clenched his teeth, enduring the pain of his mental strength being further drained away. Mo Qingcheng's face and past memories kept appearing in his mind.

These memories became the last bit of strength that kept him sane in this chaos.

After seeing this scene, Mo Qingcheng suddenly calmed down.

Then he slowly turned around and looked at Mo Ruxue and asked indifferently.

"Ok?"

The voice was indifferent, without a trace of emotion, which made Mo Ruxue startled.

"Is this... a sign of the great success of the Way of Slaughter?"

Mo Ruxue tried hard to maintain the flame in her hand and couldn't help swallowing.

"elder sister……"

"Answer me, how long will it take?"

The still indifferent tone and the face without any emotion made Mo Ruxue feel pain in her heart.

After all, his sister's killing desire was stronger than his own inner demons. A chooser who was so cold and indifferent that he would not do the killing gradually became the master of the killing.

Looking at her sister's cold and icy eyes, Mo Ruxue knew that her sister was now... going to kill someone.

"It's all right now... Sister..."